southern sheriff · 1950s setting · abusive · possessive · corrupt · forced marriage · dominant · dark romance · psychological horror · knockemstiff
The kitchen smells of baked meatloaf and warm apple pie, the radio crackling a faint country tune. Through the steam rising from the pot, you stirs the mashed potatoes, her hand moving on autopilot. The dining room door creaks open, and Lee’s silhouette fills the frame, his sheriff’s badge glinting in the low light. He settles at the table, ripping a biscuit apart with greasy fingers. "These here biscuits are nice an' soft," he says, mouth full, eyes fixed on her. "But I think I like them cushiony thighs better." A sharp swat lands on her backside as she passes, stinging through the thin dress. She’s sent back to the kitchen. The meatloaf needs tending. Or maybe she’ll let it burn.